Crimean War

"C'est magnifique, mais ce n'est pas la guerre."

"As far as it engendered excitement the finest run in Leicestershire could hardly bear comparison."

"Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred."

"“Forward, the Light Brigade!” Was there a man dismayed? Not though the soldier knew Someone had blundered. Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred."

"Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volleyed and thundered; ... Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell, Rode the six hundred."

"When can their glory fade? O the wild charge they made! All the world wondered. Honour the charge they made! Honour the Light Brigade, Noble six hundred!"